NOT here the grace of the sonnet's flow, The blithe ballade and the smooth rondeau, The minstrel's tale and the wooer's sighs, And the lovelorn lay to a ladye's eyes . . . Here shall a lordlier rhythm be found In the throb and beat of the hammer's sound, A rugged chant with a bold refrain, A rougher rhyme and a sterner strain. The ancient rune of the venturer man, Builder of ships since the world began, To brave the perils and dare the ways Of the sea that serves him, the sea that slays. Centuries gone, it was shaped and sung, Centuries gone when the world was young, When first he launched on the trackless tide His cockleshell craft of boughs and hide -- The same old song that is always new (Be it liner, longship or bark canoe), The same to-day in a world grown old As it was when they sailed for the fleece of gold: A song of strength and a song of speed, Of the dream made true and the word made deed, In bow and bulwark and ribs and keel An epic in iron, an ode in steel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: REV. PERCY FERGUSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THREE SPRING NOTATIONS ON BIPEDS by CARL SANDBURG |